The Thursday night crowd at Red Rock does not consist of young, attractive singles. Instead, the wealthy but trashy denizens of Oklahoma City (all more than 40 years) congregate to get laid. One such conversation I overheard in the men's restroom: (a 50-something-year-old man stands at a urinal, talking to anyone who will listen) "I'm glad I'm whipping this thing out now. It's gonna be too heavy for the hot bitch I bring home tonight." Me: "That's awesome, sir. We at Red Rock value your patronage and hope to God you're impotent." And would you believe two women grabbed my ass? Of course you would believe that. You know how hot these buns are, especially in expensive Levi's.